Ghost Ch. 01 - Sheila Submits

Sheila Mars sighed as she watched her civil engineer husband leave for work that spring day. It was just another Wednesday morning, part of the pattern, Jake Mars making enough to support them both with some disposable income to spare. Sheila worked part time at the university library as a researcher simply to stay busy plus the work was interesting.

Shelia did whatever housework needed to be done, before going to the university to work four hours in the Research Department. Her job was to log in new items, see if there were any duplicates, verify anything valuable while occasionally finding books for professors or put them away. She usually managed to fill all four hours when she worked, her work ethic appreciated by the department.

Today she had four boxes of books to go through, donated by an estate in hopes of a tax deduction, the usual reason anyone donated to the library. She spent an hour reviewing three boxes, finding only two books worth any kind of value, the rest simply old books no one cared about.

Halfway through the fourth box she opened a book about old stage magic, flipping through to see the drawn illustrations of acts no longer performed. A section fell out, Sheila catching it before it fell to the table. The three-page section was handwritten in what appeared to be a foreign language, one unfamiliar to her although the rest of the book was in printed English.

She found one page where the print was larger than the rest, Sheila sounding out the words without any idea of what they meant let alone what language it was written in. She set the section to one side, finishing the box to find the entire contents could be sold for a quarter in a yard sale.

Sheila pretty much forgot about the section or the words she sounded out to determine the language base. When she got home, she was a bit surprised to find it in her purse, having no idea how it went from a research room to the employee room, into her locker, into her purse. She set it on the table, intending on returning it.

Thoughts of anything went out the window as her mind went into full arousal, her ascent to climax so sudden, it was a shock to her system she didn't just go over the edge. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive, they almost ached, her body feeling like she was in a sauna, it was so hot. Sheila was only thirty-three, too young for menopause, but she found if this was it, she loved the feeling. She stood by the table, gently rocking back and forth as she tried to come to terms with the sudden sexual excitement.

Just as suddenly, it vanished, Sheila grabbing at the table as she almost fell over with the arousal leaving her so quickly. She took a few steps, her legs feeling weak, but otherwise she was fine, even as she felt her panties still wet. She went to the bedroom to change out of her work outfit fitting into any business environment. Her skirt was four inches below her knees, the legs covered in tights matching the blouse showing between the hem and her flats. She looked the part of the prim and proper librarian, a look she cultivated since she discovered the other researchers and the clientele respected her more for her look, associating it with her ability to do the work.

She undressed, sliding the wet panties off, still a bit bewildered as to how it happened. Then it happened again, her naked body seeming to explode in lust. The bedroom closet doors were mirrors, so she saw she was alone, yet her pussy was so moist as to be noticeable, her nipples so hard they pointed at her reflection.

Then she moaned as she felt four warm hands move along her shoulders, down her arms and covering her breasts, even as she saw no one in sight. She thought she should be shocked, but the arousal was so nice, she went with the feeling as the hands massaged her breasts, her nipples touched to the point they seemed even stiffer.

She saw moisture as some gathered around her inner thighs, her back starting to stretch back a bit as if to lean into a lover. The ghost hands remained on her breasts when another set seemed to massage her butt, moving around in circles, while another one ran lightly along her stomach, just above her hair line. She gasped as the sensations seemed to be all over her body, hands everywhere, heat coming from everywhere. Then the touching went away, the sensations leaving, Sheila gasping out a long 'nooooo' as she felt her arousal dim. She moved on quivering legs to sit on the bed, not caring her juices were getting the bedspread damp.

"What is wrong with me?" she finally asked her reflection. There was no answer.

She touched a nipple, now softening, but still sensitive. She looked into the mirror to see her reaction before moving her hand to the other nipple.

"God, Sheila, are you getting that desperate? So desperate you need a vivid imagination?"

She finally stood, frozen in place as it seemed like someone was breathing lightly in her ear.

"You're not crazy, Sheila, just enjoying being a good girl for me."

"Who, who are you? Where are you?"

Sheila looked around, only to return to her reflection to see she was still the only one in the room.

"Shhh, Sheila, just relax and earn your good girl points. Just enjoy how you feel when I am with you, touching you."

The breathy voice was enough to start another climb of arousal, then the ghost hands started touching her again, leaving Sheila only wanting more, no longer concerned about how this was going on or by whom.

"Are you enjoying being my good girl, Sheila? Are you happy to earn good girl points from me?"

"Yyeesss." came out like a slither, as Sheila's half-closed eyes accepted the words.

"That's right, Sheila, good girls earn points which means they can cum if they get enough points. What about you, Sheila, do you want to earn enough points?"

"Oh, God, oh, oh, yesss, please let me."

She saw herself sway in the mirror as the ghost caresses continued, her body only wanting more and more of these actions and reactions. Little rivets of pussy juice ran down both legs, something she didn't even know was possible.

The breathy voice stopped talking, but the breathing continued in her ear, her arousal still close to the edge. She still had no idea who or what was holding her, touching her, breathing on her, she only knew she didn't want it to end.

"Sheila, when I tug a nipple up, you stand up, when I tug a nipple down, you kneel down. Can you do that for me? Can you do good girl points for me?"

She gasped in some air as both nipples were moved in small circles.

"Yes, yes, I can be a good girl for you. I want good girl points, please, let me earn them for you."

She had no idea where the words came from, they only sounded right to her as a nipple was tugged up and she stood up beside the bed. The nipple was tugged down and she knelt before the mirror, her sex crazed face and body showing her open desire.

She was complimented by the voice, her ear feeling the breath on it, her moans audible at the compliment or the breath, she wasn't sure which. The breath came back, the voice talking about how Sheila needed to pay attention to earning good girl points no matter where or when they were wanted. Only doing when told and how, that would give the points needed to be a good girl.

Then it all vanished, Sheila feeling like she was released as she leaned sideways to rest against the bed, her elbow in the damp spot where she first sat. It didn't matter, nothing mattered but to hope she'd get another visit but ten minutes later, she finally went in to shower, getting dressed and preparing dinner when Jake got home.

She didn't mention her day other than finding several old but worthless books donated. No mention of the section now in a drawer and no mention of some invisible being giving her the best arousals in existence.

Jake, as usual, didn't notice his wife seemed a bit distracted. He had new plans he had to verify, a project given to him at the last minute when the person who should be doing them had a heart attack and now in the hospital. Jake was sorry the man had one but more concerned he got stuck with this last-minute project that still needed to be done on time. It was time to shine or die in business.

The clients were happy with the presentation, more so since Jake only had the information the day before. His bosses were happy, a few taking the time to congratulate him, Jake happy they knew he was alive.

To celebrate, he called one of his girlfriends, meeting her at her house, knowing her husband was at work, Jake having seen him in the hallway only a few minutes before. She opened the door, he walked in, she grabbed him with a kiss as she wrapped her legs around him, showing how anxious she was for his loving.

It was a mutual feeling as she rubbed herself against the bulge in his pants, Jake falling to the couch while she unzipped his pants to pull them down, letting gravity take them to his ankles. His cock sprang into view. She kissed and licked so he was at full length, the place she loved for him to be as she moved up to prove she wore nothing under her skirt, sliding down his length with delight.

The delight ended when he shrunk down to nothing, the act making it hard to determine who was more shocked, him or her. He could only lay on the couch, blinking in surprise as she looked between her legs in disappointment.

"What happened?"

"I have no idea. I was loving this as much as you."

"Yet I slid once, and you collapsed. Why?"

"I just said I have no idea."

Jake never had this happen before, his cock always working to full satisfaction. He watched as his married lover moved off, kneeling on the floor, opening her mouth to get him hard again. She knew what to do and in mere seconds he was full mast. She moved to insert only to get one movement before it deflated.

"Jake, I'm not sucking you over and over for you to lose interest."

"I don't know what's going on! You know how much I love fucking you!"

She stood up to look down at the dribbling organ.

"Apparently, not as much love as you claim. Now either get it hard, keep it hard, or get out. I'm not wasting an afternoon watching you have fun. If I want to be left needy, I'll wait until my husband gets home."

He tried to get it up, got it up, and as soon as she moved to go over, the cock went back down. She told him to get the hell out of the house and not call her until he was ready to do the work he was built to do.

Jake left, feeling humiliated as he was only thirty-three, in good physical condition and shouldn't have dysfunction issues. God, he wanted the past twenty minutes to do over again.

When he was at the office, another employee came by, stopping to smile and rub his crotch.

"Jake, you're the talk of the top floor. I knew I snared a winner."

He smiled at her, the cute young girl from bookkeeping, one of the girls he banged on a weekly basis. He felt her play with his hard-on, as she unzipped to give him a blowjob, an act she loved doing.

Only he didn't cooperate, the erection leaving as she went to suck. She looked in surprise at it, up at him, and back at the floppy organ in her hand. She tried sucking anyway but no response. She finally pushed it back in, zipped him up, and walked out without a word. Jake rubbed his hands all over his face. He still had a need, but it seemed certain necessary parts weren't working to fulfill the need.

He finally got home, telling Sheila only that his day was uneventful, he managed to do the presentation without mishap and work continued. He didn't bother to ask about her day, which meant four visits from the unknown, unseen figure who could have her so aroused, so quickly, leaving her to desire to earn good girl points for whatever this was that kept touching and talking to her.

Jake helped carry the dinner dishes to the kitchen as usual, gave her a kiss on her cheek as usual, and went to work on some project as usual. Sheila was used to the routine, starting to wash dishes when something grabbed her butt, massaging both cheeks. She didn't even look around, knowing it had to be this ghost as her arousal was responding.

She tried washing the dishes, putting them into the dishwasher after they were rinsed, it just took longer with her wanting to masturbate rather than rinse. The soft voice would only tease her, making her even more aroused as the last of the utensils were in the dishwasher, Sheila's hands flat on the counter for support.

"It appears you want some good girl points. Is that what you want, Sheila?"

"Yes, yes, please let Sheila have some good girl points."

"Very good, you remembered to answer in full sentences. Very good, Sheila."

The voice purred, Sheila moaning louder as she tried to rub her crotch against the drawers below the counter. She needed to cum, more than she ever had needed in her life. She was willing to do whatever it took to earn the good girl points to achieve that goal.

"Sheila, Jake is busy. You should crawl to the garage for me."

She blinked at the words, focusing on them as the breath slowly faded from her ear, the hands on her butt still massaging. She had little rationality as she went to all fours, crawling through the kitchen, the utility room, and down the two steps to stop on the garage floor, near the front fender of her car.

"Remove your skirt and top, place them on the hood of your car. Then crawl to your husband's car, crawl into the back seat, and close the door."

Sheila didn't know how hands seemed to be on other parts of her body, even as she didn't know why she didn't stand up to make the removal easier. She just undid her top, placing it on the hood, undid her skirt, sliding down past each knee and over her sneakers, the skirt landing on the hood as she started crawling around her car, between the two cars and into the backseat of Jake's car. As soon as the door closed, the voice was back, hands caressing her body to the point she moaned as she arched her back, trying for more contact.

"Good girl, Sheila, you crawled well for me. Did you like crawling for me?"

Her nipples felt like they were on fire as they were rolled between two invisible fingers. Sheila gasped before remembering to respond.

"Yes, thank you, I enjoyed crawling for you."

"Did you enjoy or love it?"

Sheila arched some more, her body needy as she dripped juices onto the seat.

"Both! Oh, God, I loved and enjoyed crawling for you!"

"Push your bra up and play with your tits."

She did so, the movement so quick she was slapped in the chin by the bra. It didn't matter as she massaged her breasts, running fingers over the stiffest nipples she had ever seen, barely aware they were her own.

"Finger fuck your cunt."

She jammed her right hand into her panties, ignoring the wetness as she laid her thumb onto her clit, inserting three fingers into her pussy, working them in and out, spreading them to hit every angle inside her.

Her mind didn't comprehend the words, only absorbed them into her mind for later usage. Her mind didn't remember any of the commands given by this invisible figure now dominating her body and mind and, well, to her, soul. She needed release and only this ghost could provide it.

"Are you ready to be my sweet submissive Sheila, my obedient submissive Sheila, my Sheila who wants to be owned by me? Are you ready?"

"Yeess, yeesss! God, please own me! Own this submissive for you! Own it all you want for whatever you want!"

"Cum, slave."

Sheila let out a scream as her body jerked in orgasm, her head slamming into the seat, her feet pounding on the side of the car below the window, her hair flying around as a knee kept hitting the back of the passenger seat. She jerked and screamed for several seconds before collapsing on the seat, her body relaxed, her hand still inside her soaking panties, her head lolling to one side.

The voice talked a bit more, the words absorbed, and agreed upon with a murmur as Sheila herself lay semi-conscious, not caring if her husband found her in this position in the back of his car. A few minutes later her eyes flew open, Sheila aware of her satisfaction but knowing she needed to go inside. She moved out of the backseat, walking on wobbly legs to grab her skirt and top, barely going in a straight line as she went back inside.

To no shock to her, Jake was deep in the computer with some blueprint on the screen, his wife not even glanced at which was good since she stood with her top and skirt in her hand, wearing only sneakers, a bra still up by her chin and panties so wet they were sliding a bit down her legs with every step. Her normally proper hair was wild, hung around her neck, framing her face as if it was on a wild animal. Sheila went to the bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror of the closet door and blinked.

It was a wild and sexy look, Sheila not the least regretting the last half hour of her life. She had loved it, loved this feeling in the aftermath, loved what she had to do to earn it. The ghost had called her submissive, even called her owned. Her mind remembered it, her mind thinking it was good to be those things for her, her, whatever she was now obeying.

The purring and arousing voice seemed female, yet she wasn't sure. Did she dare call it Mistress? It was possible to insult the ghost if it was a purring male. Sheila didn't know enough about those things to know if gender was an issue. She still wasn't sure even after her hot shower and going to bed, sound asleep when Jake finally came to bed, ready for another presentation in the morning.

The next morning Jake went to work, concerned he was smelling sex in the air as he drove. He looked around, the aroma there but with no one in the car but him, he tried to ignore it. Still, the aroma was great, making him horny by the time he got to work.

The feeling stayed with him, during the presentation, during the two meetings he attended and during the time he was trying to work in his office. He called another girlfriend who agreed to meet him, Jake feeling better as this one was highly dedicated to being the best sexual partner any man desired.

The problem was, instead of entering that welcoming pussy, he deflated again. After the third time, the woman simply started sucking on him, trying to get him to empty into her mouth. Just as they both were realizing what they wanted, something seemed to wrap around his balls, slowly tightening. Jake yelped, the woman releasing the cock from her hand and mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. It felt like pain in my balls."

"Well, that's not me. I was paying attention to the cock and not touching the balls. You don't have a disease, do you?"

"No."

He was erect and ready, the woman again getting him on the verge to spit when the pain came again, this time a bit sharper. He shook his head, the woman finally telling him to get checked out, climaxing should not be a pain in the balls unless Jake wanted to be kicked there. She offered to do that if he desired, he declined.

Back at the office, he felt like some invisible hand was caressing him. He lost concentration on his work, his arousal taking front and center. His cock fully erect as he reached into his pants to straighten it out. All he could think of was that now it was ready to go, ready when no willing woman was trying to have him inside her.

Sheila had a similar idea as she left work wearing her normal conservative attire. She stopped at a park, barely wondering why she had sneakers in the car as she removed her shoes to don the sneakers. She did wonder a bit more as she undid her long skirt to reveal a shorter skirt underneath, the long skirt going onto the passenger seat as she started off for a walk.

She never walked in the park before, never wore such a short skirt in public, embarrassed as she realized what she was doing. Then hands came to her, her legs were caressed, her body was touched all over, the voice purring her to keep walking even as Sheila wanted to stop to concentrate on this wonderful feeling.